Warriors by Zauriel Angelus
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Rating: pg
Author's notes: Firstly I gotta say how sorry I am for being this late. Real life was sorta bugging me but anyhoo not a lot of action here but some more B/X .(I love B/X by the way.) Thanks for all the feedback and comments . here's chap 6. Enjoy.......
Part 6 - Awakening
It began..... in fire... . A rage he never fought nor hid . He cared not for fate nor himself . Only desired for power and chaos . He never lived for life . To live forever is an idea quickly forgotten when one really sought after his own grave.
Death would mean a new beginning or a final end . It didn't matter to him either way .
A demon with a deathwish.
How fitting.....
Eyes of crimson fire burned the still air , stirring the quiet heart of hell. A breath of pure joy signaled the beginning of the end , as the damned inferno raging silently ,in sight of a world he knew existed beyond his mortal flesh ,fed and nourished him..... Quenching his thirst for forbidden power , seeping into his blood , fueling his longing for release . A thought that simply would never cease.....
Akuma raised his arms clenched , indulging in the sanctity of isolated separation . His mind closed off from the ignorant earth he fought to leave, his body relishing the benefits of the other world that tasted his intent. The demon shifted his jaw with a grunt , announcing his awareness with a touch of insanity , laughing without care for what he knew would come next , as the hellmouth shook in hearty agreement.
All that remained was waiting..
"Ryu..."
for death to come.......
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" Ryu...."
Her tired body struggled from the peaceful sleep she wanted , the beads of sweat on her forehead washing her out of melancholy , bringing forth reality as the name on her lips lingered ever so lightly . She turned to look at the clock beside her bed as it read three sixteen am in big bold digital red. She ran a hand through her jet black hair as memories began their assault in disarray. They weren't bad memories .No, not at all .
For the past few weeks her mind entertained thoughts of him . She remembered his deeds , his great honour and humble stature. He helped avenge her father's murder and stop a would be conqueror from realizing his mad dream . He also saved her from a bitter and harsh life of darkness that was almost sure to overwhelm and ruin her. He was her anchor , grounding her , putting to rest her raging quest of vengeance.
He gave her peace.
That was something she never had before . Her days were no longer filled with hate. For the first time she could smile in comfort and have a normal life for a change. No violence , no death . It was something she wasn't used to but could do well to live with. Resigning her post at Interpol proved to be for the better it seemed . She had promised to help when she was needed but ultimately stopped in active duty. It was time to re-evaluate her needs.
Lately her need was for him. She constantly found herself remembering his soft , gentle eyes, the sound of his kind , soothing voice , his handsome face framing a smile she would die to see again. She longed for the warmth of his touch and wondered if he ever felt the same . Its been two years since she last saw him . She wanted to see him again.
Leaving her bed , she stood and walked to the open balcony , greeting the full moon who was adorned with the brilliance of shining stars. She took in the sight with the utmost appreciation and breathed a calming sigh . In those moments she could've sworn that the wind whispered her name . A strange thought entered her mind as her heart uttered his name once again.
"He needs me..."
The phone beeped with the pressing of keys , her fingers instinctively running the desired numbers with ease. It was a feeling she knew too well , almost embedded in her nature. It was quite simple really . There was work to do .
"Hello this is Chun li...I need a favour."
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Rupert Giles stepped into Sunnydale memorial impatient to see the slayer whom he regarded as his own daughter. After waking up from his few hours of restless sleep , it was all he could think about. Buffy had never been as seriously injured as she was now. The only time he could remember when it was this bad , was the opening of the hellmouth in which they had successfully stopped. He wondered if she was strong enough to overcome the plight that has fallen upon her .
He wasn't going to kid anyone. It was definitely going to be hard . Not only was she nursing several painful scrapes and bruises . Her arm was broken and she wasn't going to be walking around so soon either. She was also blind. But the former watcher knew that if someone could get over this , it would be Buffy.
There was also another thing that bothered him. With Buffy missing in action for the time being , Sunnydale was defenseless . Usually the task fell to the shoulders of the remaining Scooby Gang to carry but he doubted their effectiveness this time. If last night was any indication to what might happen , it would be something very bad indeed.
Giles shook off all his worries for the time being and remembered instead the slayer he was visiting. She was enough of a worry for him right now and he smiled at the thought as he walked down the white halls.
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Buffy Summers awoke to the warmth of sunshine streaking through the window. She could hear the birds chirping in excitement of the new day outside. It was a bright glorious morning. Unfortunately she couldn't see it. Only able to picture how it would appear to be with her mind's eye. She had opened her eyes hoping last night to be a bad dream but sadly that was not so .
A frown was starting to form on her face till a presence she almost forgot clasped gently her hand and with a soft kiss on placed upon her forehead willed all her sadness away. She felt a hand running through her hair and caressing her cheek with comforting warmth. She snuggled into it as the loving hand framed her face in adoration, returning the smile that she knew was on his face.
"Xander...."
"Good morning Buff.."
Alexander Lavelle Harris watched the girl before him , studying her every feature in detail , seeing only perfection . Silently he professed his devotion , his touch speaking what his lips dared not. The smile on her face was reward enough. A smile especially for him.
"How long have you been watching me ?" the slayer asked.
"Ever since the day I met you ." he shrugged not taking his eyes of her .
"That's a long time to be looking at someone."
"Nah. I never get tired of looking at you. You have good facial structure." Xander replied with a chuckle.
"okay.." she giggled.
"Anything you like me to do for you ? get some water or twinkies ? Hospital food is horrible y'know? You could do with some nourishment .and I'm all too happy to provide it."
"Will I be fed by nurses?" the slayer asked playfully , pulling him closer to her.
"What? You want me to dress like one ?"
"Whatever makes you happy..." Buffy said with another smile
Giles only looked on at the pleasant exchange between the two, deciding not to interrupt them . He hadn't expected Xander to be there before him but thought nothing else of it. Buffy seemed better than he anticipated because of the young man and the watcher would be glad as long as Buffy was . He smiled and walked away from the room quietly. There was a certain Japanese man he would like to see.
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Nurse Hemingway took in a deep breath of morning air as she happily made her usual rounds
For twelve years she'd done so and today was no different from the day before , checking the conditions and charts of almost every patient admitted. Respected by all of her peers and adored by the patients.
She was a kind and generous woman who never stopped sharing her happiness with the world . Her jet-black tresses had turned grey long ago but her spirit remained strong , her brown eyes retaining the zest for life she always had from youth.
She strolled the halls with a kind smile for everyone . Some may consider her a little strange because of that but she believed that the hospital was not a place of death but rather a place of hope and life. Everyone there needed hope and she did all she could to provide that. It was simple little things she tried and a smile could do wonders . Always a good way to start the day.
The nurse decided to visit a visitor today , one she became fond of. For some time she had observed this young man who came without fail to visit a young girl who was comatose. She didn't quite remember her name. Everyone here referred to her as the Wilkins' girl. The girl had received a faithful visitor who came not only in the day but at night as well. She had seen this dark haired young man sneaking in every now and then in the middle of the night. She would hear him have a conversation with her and at times read what would appear to be comic books to her.
Suffice to say , this display of affection touched the woman's heart. Knowing that she couldn't stop the visitor from his nightly visits , she decided that at least he be comfortable , bringing him a small blanket and pillow at times.
Nurse Hemingway entered the girl's ward expecting the young man to be asleep by her side but found the comatose patient to be alone. There was a comic book by the side of her bed though and she picked it up knowing too well that the young man was here last night.
"Spiderman...?"
With the meeting between her and the young man postponed she resigned herself to checking the girl's chart but not before squeezing a little talk with the girl herself. She sat down beside her bed and held her hand as she spoke.
"You're a lucky girl y'know ? I doubt that some husbands would do what he does for you. You should pull through for him. I know you can hear me somehow , so here's what I think . I don't know how your life was before all this but I believe everyone should have a second chance at it. A better life might just be waiting for you if you're willing to give it another shot. I also think that he'll be patiently waiting for you whenever that happens. I don't know what kind of relationship you shared with him. He might be your boyfriend or brother for all I know . Whatever it is I know he's worth it and I'm sure he thinks you are too."
Standing up , the nurse lets go of her hand and reads her chart. She checks everything out and leaves the room but not before a last smile .
"At least that's what I think..."
As the nurse leaves the room and close the door to her ward slowly , the room returns to look the same as it always been , the quiet only broken by the monotone beeping from the heart rate monitor , the fallen slayer still sleeping as she was before. The comic book stayed by her side overlooking her figure, the figure drawn upon its cover becoming an unlikely sentinel that watched over her. If Spiderman were real , his spider senses would be tingling in a few moments. Why ?
Her fingers were twitching.
End part 6
Hey everyone sorry that this took so long. Hope u like the story so far. So gimme feedback and tell me what ya think . All comments are welcome . just don't barf .I'll be waiting of course. That's it peace I'm out.........
Until next time I remain............